Teenagers
Fucking Happening
My arms are pinned to the mattress by Franks strong hands as he places one leg on either side of my chest. It gets difficult to breathe, but I’m not sure if it’s the anticipation or the fact that Frank is literally sitting on my stomach.
“You’re gonna get it.” A mischievous smile spreads across his face as his hands let go of me and trace their way to my chest, where he grabs a hold of my shirt and kisses me as hard as physically possible. Our tongues play around for a while before moving on.
He struggles to button down my button up, letting out frustrated groans when he can’t get it, but I help him and soon my shirt is ripped off and thrown to the other end of the tiny room.
He pulls his t-shirt over his head, flinging it off.
My shaky hands make their way to the waist band of his boxers and I let myself get as damn exited as I want, because this is fucking happening.
I start unzipping his pants, as mine have gotten way to tight and are starting to hurt.
I grind myself up at him and whimper at the friction. My hands force his down to my zipper, but he laughs.
“Calm down, Mikey. We’re just getting started.” Voice smoother and more seductive than ever.
How fucking dare he? Can’t he see that I need him? NOW! He’s torturing me.
I’m fucking trembling now and so frustrated with him. I keep grabbing his hands and try to make him rub me, or at least do something below the waist, but he won’t. He just giggles his high pitch giggle and moves his hands back to my torso, running his nails up my heaving chest.
“Fuck, Frank.” My voice resembles one of a whiny child in a toy store.
He just smiles into our kiss and then decides to tease me even more by removing his lips from mine and placing them at my jawbone. He then runs his tongue slowly all the way down my torso, letting me prepare myself, but stops at my bellybutton, eyes glistening with a playful anger. My hips buck up, begging him to continue, but his lips return to mine.
It feels as if my skinnies are about to burst, my cock hurting and throbbing like hell.
Eventually I just unzip my own pants, hips thrusting up, and rub myself on him as roughly as I possibly can. I can tell that he’s really struggling to not just devour me right then and there, which is what annoys me. Why doesn’t he just do it? Go for it Frank!
I decide to take control, because he’s keeping it PG and being so evil about it. I push him off me and roll on top of him, forgetting that we’re at the edge of the bed. We fall to the ground, but I decide to keep going without checking if everything’s okay, because I know he likes it rough, and I know that he is. It’s not a high bed.
Frank looks at me with great surprise and expresses a ponderous: huh.
“I thought you’d never take control.” he smirks.
“Shut up.” I pin him to the floor, kissing his chest repetitively and moving further and further down towards his jeans. I pull them down, but keep his boxers up. He’s not getting it that easy.
I rub him gently, but then decide to quickly pull my own pants off, reviling my black boxer-briefs. I sit back down on top of him, the way he did me, and start rubbing myself instead. I don’t quite know why I do this, but it just seems right. I need it more than he does.
He looks at me, twisted smile on his face.
“Oh, sh-shit.” I moan. It feels good, the warmth of my hand through my boxers. But it’s nothing compared to Frank.
He giggles a bit, but I can feel very well that he’s hard, and I know that he’s trying to act all cool, but I know he wants me. Maybe if I tease him enough he’ll go for it.
I lean back and pretend that it feels so much better than it actually does.
“Ah, g-od. Fuck.” I feel him tensing up beneath me, so I start whimpering and grinding myself on him.
Yes.
“You fucking tease. You. Fucking. Tease.” He rips my hands from my boxers and I jump to my feet before he has the chance of pushing me to the floor, sprinting towards the door for no apparent reason. He stresses to his feet, chasing me the short distance, and rams me to it.
His left hand leans on the door on the side of my head, pinning me to it, while the other slips into my boxers. I feel myself lose control completely. The only thing I can think about is how fucking good it feels when Frankie has a firm grip around my dick, playing with it. He covers my mouth with his hand as I scream in pleasure.
“Mikey, what will the neighbors think?” he breathes into my ear, knowing how good what he’s doing feels. My knees are trembling. I’m throwing myself at him, thrusting and biting down on his hand.
“Shit, Mikey.” He playfully bites the air in front of me as he moves closer and jerks faster. I feel my eyes squeeze shut as I try to hold back another scream. “You’re a fucking animal.”
He bites at my neck and whispers dirty things to me.
“You’re so fucking big, Mikey”
“Scream Mikey, Scream.”
I know that he is fucking aroused right now. That he gets exited from doing this. He’s likes listening to me moan and whimper. He loves it.
“Frank.” I moan, voice breaking and hardly managing to finish one word without screaming.
“That’s right, Mikey. Say my fucking name.” He’s sweating. We’re both sweating; and we’re both out of breath.
My whole body tenses up as he rubs faster, my knees and arms trembling and I grab his hair, ripping at it, and force my tongue into his mouth letting out one final moan before it all ends and I collapse into his arms.
“You’re gonna get it.” A mischievous smile spreads across his face as his hands let go of me and trace their way to my chest, where he grabs a hold of my shirt and kisses me as hard as physically possible. Our tongues play around for a while before moving on.
He struggles to button down my button up, letting out frustrated groans when he can’t get it, but I help him and soon my shirt is ripped off and thrown to the other end of the tiny room.
He pulls his t-shirt over his head, flinging it off.
My shaky hands make their way to the waist band of his boxers and I let myself get as damn exited as I want, because this is fucking happening.
I start unzipping his pants, as mine have gotten way to tight and are starting to hurt.
I grind myself up at him and whimper at the friction. My hands force his down to my zipper, but he laughs.
“Calm down, Mikey. We’re just getting started.” Voice smoother and more seductive than ever.
How fucking dare he? Can’t he see that I need him? NOW! He’s torturing me.
I’m fucking trembling now and so frustrated with him. I keep grabbing his hands and try to make him rub me, or at least do something below the waist, but he won’t. He just giggles his high pitch giggle and moves his hands back to my torso, running his nails up my heaving chest.
“Fuck, Frank.” My voice resembles one of a whiny child in a toy store.
He just smiles into our kiss and then decides to tease me even more by removing his lips from mine and placing them at my jawbone. He then runs his tongue slowly all the way down my torso, letting me prepare myself, but stops at my bellybutton, eyes glistening with a playful anger. My hips buck up, begging him to continue, but his lips return to mine.
It feels as if my skinnies are about to burst, my cock hurting and throbbing like hell.
Eventually I just unzip my own pants, hips thrusting up, and rub myself on him as roughly as I possibly can. I can tell that he’s really struggling to not just devour me right then and there, which is what annoys me. Why doesn’t he just do it? Go for it Frank!
I decide to take control, because he’s keeping it PG and being so evil about it. I push him off me and roll on top of him, forgetting that we’re at the edge of the bed. We fall to the ground, but I decide to keep going without checking if everything’s okay, because I know he likes it rough, and I know that he is. It’s not a high bed.
Frank looks at me with great surprise and expresses a ponderous: huh.
“I thought you’d never take control.” he smirks.
“Shut up.” I pin him to the floor, kissing his chest repetitively and moving further and further down towards his jeans. I pull them down, but keep his boxers up. He’s not getting it that easy.
I rub him gently, but then decide to quickly pull my own pants off, reviling my black boxer-briefs. I sit back down on top of him, the way he did me, and start rubbing myself instead. I don’t quite know why I do this, but it just seems right. I need it more than he does.
He looks at me, twisted smile on his face.
“Oh, sh-shit.” I moan. It feels good, the warmth of my hand through my boxers. But it’s nothing compared to Frank.
He giggles a bit, but I can feel very well that he’s hard, and I know that he’s trying to act all cool, but I know he wants me. Maybe if I tease him enough he’ll go for it.
I lean back and pretend that it feels so much better than it actually does.
“Ah, g-od. Fuck.” I feel him tensing up beneath me, so I start whimpering and grinding myself on him.
Yes.
“You fucking tease. You. Fucking. Tease.” He rips my hands from my boxers and I jump to my feet before he has the chance of pushing me to the floor, sprinting towards the door for no apparent reason. He stresses to his feet, chasing me the short distance, and rams me to it.
His left hand leans on the door on the side of my head, pinning me to it, while the other slips into my boxers. I feel myself lose control completely. The only thing I can think about is how fucking good it feels when Frankie has a firm grip around my dick, playing with it. He covers my mouth with his hand as I scream in pleasure.
“Mikey, what will the neighbors think?” he breathes into my ear, knowing how good what he’s doing feels. My knees are trembling. I’m throwing myself at him, thrusting and biting down on his hand.
“Shit, Mikey.” He playfully bites the air in front of me as he moves closer and jerks faster. I feel my eyes squeeze shut as I try to hold back another scream. “You’re a fucking animal.”
He bites at my neck and whispers dirty things to me.
“You’re so fucking big, Mikey”
“Scream Mikey, Scream.”
I know that he is fucking aroused right now. That he gets exited from doing this. He’s likes listening to me moan and whimper. He loves it.
“Frank.” I moan, voice breaking and hardly managing to finish one word without screaming.
“That’s right, Mikey. Say my fucking name.” He’s sweating. We’re both sweating; and we’re both out of breath.
My whole body tenses up as he rubs faster, my knees and arms trembling and I grab his hair, ripping at it, and force my tongue into his mouth letting out one final moan before it all ends and I collapse into his arms.
11/2/13